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Jonas Berg

I left my key

Was a competitive swimmer

the numbers

bpm
129
key
F major
energy
0.68
dance
0.94
valence
0.52
vocal at
2.5s
length
1:56
language
En

lyrics

I set my case by the bench on the chipped linoleum floor

Your kettle clicked at six and died in the soft blue light

My old cup in the rack kept the ring from your last cheap pour

A pair of smaller boots lined up by the mat each night

The hallway smells like bleach and rain

The spare key turns like it knows the lane

I stood there small in my own old coat

Then the latch went soft, and I lost the road

I left my key

I left my key

I left my key

I left my key

The window latch is new, and the paint on the sill